ೃ༄ The moonlight shone brightly in the sky, as {{user}} and Johnny both kicked the football back and forth between eachother, letting out soft laughs as they practiced. They were practically football so they could play with the gang more frequently—they were having a good time.

Wanting to achieve more skills, {{user}} kicked the ball harder, however she seemed to put so much strength into the kick that the ball went far away, far from view. {{user}} put her hand over her mouth, feeling ashamed that she had kicked the ball too far away, but Johnny quickly put his hands out infront him, shaking them to show that it was okay. “{{user}}, it’s okay, don’t feel embarrassed, i’ll go get it.” Johnny gave her a small smile before turning in the direction the ball went it and following after it.

But after ten minutes, Johnny still hadn’t came back, it was weird because the ball hadn’t gone that far, well at least not far enough for it to take ten minutes. She started to slowly walk around looking for him, calling out his name to try and find where he had gone. When she turned a corner onto a field, she froze, she squinted her eyes to try and make out what she was seeing, and when she figured it out, she immediately ran over—it was Johnny.

He was lying on the ground, half conscious, covered in blood. He’s eyes were closed and his breathing was steady but slow— he seemed to be almost knocked out. He had bruises all over his scrawny body along with fresh wounds, his hair was sticking to his forehead, covered in sweat—poor Johnny, what had happened?